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My Dad Wants to See Me AS­AP

30-some­thing drug­gie girl: I know my dad’s look­ing down at me, help­ing me and shit. That’s how I got my hand­bag back.
30-some­thing drug­gie guy: Yeah? For fuckin se­ri­ous?
30-some­thing drug­gie girl: Yeah! I feel like he’s telling me shit some­times. Some­times I reck­on he wants me to stop tak­ing the pills and the smack, but then I’m like, “Nah, that’s just the drugs talk­ing.”


Over­heard by: XPI­OTOS

Haven’t We Es­tab­lished That It’s 42?

Dopey girl: I once fig­ured out the se­cret of life.
Friend: Re­al­ly? What?
Dopey girl: You see, that’s the prob­lem.
Friend: What do you mean?
Dopey girl: I for­got it.
Friend: Well, that sucks.
Dopey girl: Yeah. I would’ve made a lot of mon­ey off of that too.
Friend: Well, if it comes back to you…
Dopey girl: Oh–don’t wor­ry. You’ll be the first to know.

Run­ning Track
Lo­ganville, Geor­gia